Umm...I love all the reviews everyone has been giving me, and after deliberation and thinking, I've grown a little upset with my interpretation of my own characters. I'll try to fix things up now.

Full Part 3 summary: After narrowly escaping death in Raccoon City, Isaac is captured by a mysterious government faction and is given a new chance to join the rebellion against Umbrella. Three months of grueling, nonstop training have passed since Isaac has heard from his friends from Raccoon and now he has honed his skills as a fighter. One afternoon he recieves a phone call from Leon saying that Claire is about to infiltrate the Umbrella Labs in Paris and he goes off to help. What he doesn't know is that the nights three quiet months ago are about to repeat themselves.

Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac.

(Chapter 23)

"Six months...look at how you've grown."

"You're supposed to be dead..." I stammered as I stared up at the menacing vision before me. It chuckled, running a black gloved hand through it's platinum blonde hair.

"Well, as you can see: I am quite alive, despite your protests. What I want to know is why you're here on this island alone...don't tell me you've been captured..." The man berated me. He took a step forward as I took a step back, fearful over this new development. What was going on? He was supposed to have died in the mansion, yet here he was.

"I'm here to find someone..." I couldn't help but say. There was something going on. Behind his sunglasses was something that I knew was forcing me to answer all of his questions, like he was manipulating my mind.

He nodded with a condescending grin, as if he knew who I was talking about. "My consolations over your old friend Mr. Vickers. It was amusing to hear that you had forced him into going back to the mansion those months ago..." My mind suddenly flashed to that night, when I had overstepped my boundaries and hit him. I seriously felt bad about it now that he was dead. "Did you even realize that he had the power to break your neck with the slightest of ease? Or did you think you were better than him because of your intelligence? You seemed to do that a lot..." He mocked. He moved closer and closer to me, until I was pressing my back up against one of the walls. He leaned in close, smirking evilly.

"Did you think that Rebecca would love someone who was average, someone who had to get someone else to save her?" My eyes widened and my hands began to tremble.

"Shut up..." I stuttered. He threw his head back a little and let out a hearty laugh, then continued to stare down at me through his dark sunglasses.

"You think you're strong, but inside you're a hurt little boy who no one can love. Your parents didn't..." He continued. My heart began to race, and sweat was forming on my brow. "I was there. Your parents would come to work every day and complain about you. They hated you..." He hissed.

"Shut up..." I squeaked.

"You always tried to prove yourself to someone. You never wanted to be pegged as some weak psuedo-Einstein. You didn't want to be weak, but you are..." He gloated.

Finally I broke.

"You think I don't try to change? I lost a fucking eye in that fucking mess that company started! I lost friends! I had to kill my mom and my dad!" I yelled up at him. He smiled.

"Didn't it feel great? Murdering someone to ensure your own advance in the world?" He interrupted. I grit my teeth in rage. Suddenly I calmed.

"Like you did?" I asked.

"What did you say?" Wesker asked, his brow furrowing.

"I'm not you. I never expected anything from anyone. I knew Rebecca didn't love me. I knew everyone felt sorry for me, and I knew my parents hated me. Nobody would really give me the time of day. Chris, Jill...everyone saw what was really there, and I knew it. Nobody really knew me..." I replied quietly. I looked up at him.

"Is this how it feels to be truly alone? When you realize that the only person you can trust is yourself? When your heart finally stops because you won't allow anyone near it? You must know for sure..." I asked. "I'm insane, and I know it. I never really sleep. I can't trust it anymore. I see them every day. I see the dead ones all the time, and I'm becoming one of them. I'm becoming you...a bitter husk." I spat at him. I could see the rage burning in his eyes under his sunglasses, and he raised his fist to strike me. "One day I'm going to fight and die, and this fucking pyramid scheme everyone clings to will end. Nobody will truly care when I'm gone." As soon as I finished my sentence, a palm swiped across my face, a loud cracking noise breaking the silence of the night. I tasted copper on my tongue, and my cheek stung like fire.

"What is wrong with you? Why do you do that?" Wesker asked angrily. I didn't look at him.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Accept things!" He roared.

"It's because you're right. I'm just trying to make myself look stronger, and it's true. I'm too weak." I flinched when his fist crashed into the concrete wall beside me, making a small crater in it.

"Then change that! You humans are worthless!" He yelled. He suddenly grabbed me by the arms and hurled me into the air, roaring. I hit the ground in a heap, rolling to a stop in the grass. "Everyone is too lazy to change their circumstances! Always accepting things and never changing things! All you humans disgust me!" He roared as he moved toward me. I was too dazed to even get up, and suddenly he grabbed my collar and pulled me up to my feet. "This is why I betrayed everyone! They were disgusting weaklings!" He yelled as his foot collided with my right side and sent me flying. I rolled to a stop again, coughing out blood as my side ached tremendously. Wesker had gotten stronger for some reason. He suddenly appeared beside me. "Fight back..." He said to me. I coughed out even more blood and held my pained side. "Fight back!" He roared, kicking my left side and sending me rolling. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to die. What was the point?

"I said fight back you worthless piece of disgusting shit! Umbrella will win if you don't!" He yelled. Suddenly I was up, ignoring the pain in my sides. Despite my musings, I realized I still had a meaning to my life. I could die after Umbrella was gone. I had to destroy Umbrella. He ran forward, his fist ready to break my jaw. He threw the punch, his fist connecting with my abdomen and making me feel like I had been hit by a speeding car. I flew backward and hit the ground painfully, my stomach sending shocks of pain each time I took a breath. I spat out blood and saliva from my mouth and waited. Suddenly Wesker was in front of me, looking enraged and wild. He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground, his fingers tightening around my throat. I gasped for air and clawed at his gloved hand as I searched the ground nearby for anything useful, then saw my Desert Eagle lying on the ground about a metre away. I slammed my foot into his face, shattering his sunglasses in his face and startling him.

He suddenly dropped me and grabbed his face, leaving me time to dive at my handgun, roll and point it at Wesker. My hands shook with either the fact that they weren't getting enough oxygen or that I was pointing my gun at the man who had given me my first real job after moving out of my parent's house. I curled my index finger around the trigger as he ran at me, his face bleeding with a few shard of glass embedded in his skin. His eyes were glowing with rage, at least until he got closer and suddenly I saw it. Reptilian vertical slit pupils surrounded by orange and gold. He got within a metre of me and I pulled the trigger, his head snapping backwards and a spray of blood emerging from his head. He dropped to the ground, and I shook with cautious optimism.

I had killed another. I had put a bullet in his brain and killed him. Why did it suddenly feel so good to do that? I stared at the droplets of blood clinging to the grass of the field, and an odd feeling of satisfaction hit me. Despite my mind telling me that this was wrong, I began to smile, the show of happiness getting wider and wider as each second passed. I stared at him more and more, and for a split second I thought I saw the gaping wounds and bitemarks I saw on the zombies in Raccoon City. The images and memories kept flashing, hordes of zombies advancing on me with their mouths gaping wide open and letting out their moans of hunger.

"STOP! GET BACK!" I screamed. The zombies seemed to move past me, through me, and I felt my body freeze in surprise and terror. I fell to my knees as memories of all the people I couldn't save flashed before my eyes. Brent...Brad...STARS...Rina...myself...

"Is it coming back to you? Your weakness?" I heard Wesker's voice.

Suddenly he got back up, a trail of blood running from his forehead. He smiled, his eyes wide with insanity.

"You're going to have to do better than that..." He said with a dark tone. My eyes widened in fear as he began to move toward me and finally grabbing me by the neck again, tightening his grip with much more ferocity, and I could feel myself getting lightheaded. He smiled maliciously before throwing me at the wall like a rag doll, my upper body colliding with the hard concrete. I fell to the ground on my stomach, a dull ache coming from my left arm. My vision began to blur as I looked over to my arm, and before I blacked out I realized that it was bent at the wrong place. Finally I blacked out as I looked up at Wesker, who was smiling down at me with an evil gleam in his mutant eyes.

"You're weak..." His voice echoed as I blacked out.

(Later)

Sounds seemed to wobble, but as I realized that I was regaining my consciousness, I began to comprehend and interpret my surroundings. The sound of an engine roaring, and the wavering sound of people talking. Suddenly there was a scream and the sound of wet crunching.

"Do it Kid! Just do it!" Suddenly there was a gunshot, and then everything fell silent, except for quiet, sporadic sobs. I groaned quietly, the pain in my ribs, neck and arm coming back to me. Wesker was harsh with his attacks, but why was he alive in the first place? He shouldn't be here. He should be up in the rubble of that mansion charred and burned, not here. I looked around and found my breifcase gone. Beside me was one of my Desert Eagles and a holster for it, and a thick cloth. I grabbed the holster with my right arm, and maneuvered it to get past my broken arm, then placing my gun in the holster. I pocketed the cloth until I could find someone who was able to tie it into a splint. I got up, touching my ear to see if my communicator was still there, and thankfully, it was.

"Nat?" I whispered.

"OH THANK GOD! I thought you were dead!" Nat suddenly exclaimed, making me flinch and causing the headache I was having to intensify. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm pretty much okay...but this proficiency test has become a whole lot more complicated..." I whispered back.

"What do you mean? This is just a retrieval mission right?" Nat asked.

"That's what I thought, but current circumstances have turned this into a survival mission..." I paused, letting out a deep breath. "...don't be mad if I do end up dying. I am in way over my head right now..." I whispered sadly to her. "Anyway, are you able to track my signal and give me a guess as to where I am? It's steadily getting colder and colder here." I quickly changed the subject in fear of upsetting the brunette.

"It's understandable, you're on your way to Antarctica..." Nat said simply.

"What?" I exclaimed. ANTARCTICA? I got up, holding my broken arm and looking at my surroundings. Cold, grey steel met my eyes, and tracks ran from the large box I was standing behind all the way to what I assumed was the cargo entrance, where the hydraulic pumps were. I was on a Cargo plane. Suddenly I felt the plane tip downwards, and frantic yelling coming from the pilot's cabin. Captain Wesker must have hidden me here first, just to save time. Now I had to find my way back to wherever the hell I was before from the south pole. It just wasn't right. After about ten minutes of my ears popping as the plane descended, the plane hit the ground very shakily, and I was thrown to the ground.

After everything settled down, I got back up and looked past the cargo box and saw two figures creeping to the door, one holding a shining gun. The two figures opened the door, a blast of freezing air whipped at all of us, and suddenly the two shapes jumped out into the Antarctic Tundra. I followed close behind, not wanting to stay there and freeze my ass off and saw the facility. The large research facility in the middle of nowhere. The large research facility in the middle of nowhere that had heating. I quickly trudged a few metres to the already open doors and found darkness. Two pairs of footsteps were not to far away, but I kept my distance in cautiousness. I didn't know who these people were, and I didn't want to risk their hostility.

Suddenly there was a scream, and another two gunshots coming from ahead of me. I felt my pulse quicken, and the now lone figure walked into an open door, a blue light coming from it. I silently and cautiously followed him in, ducking behind a counter when the door suddenly closed behind me, the two of us submerged in complete darkness. Fatigue began to bite at my eyes, but the figure began to speak frantically either to him or herselfor into a telephone I couldn't see. Dizzyness prevented me from focusing on the conversation, but the vocal interaction ended quickly. I registered gentle sobbing before I slipped into a light sleep.

(End Chapter 23)

So yeah. I'm hoping to knock Isaac around a lot more, to just hurl him off the little pedastal I've build for him and make him more human, so if you're looking forward to beatings and near death experiences, then be sure to read the chapters coming up.